June 9, 2008
I finished washing my hands and turned to walk out of the restroom at work. The door opened, a woman walked in. She saw me, blinked, paused half a step as she was walking in. She continued walking a few more steps, so did I. When she had passed me and I was almost out the door, I turned for a second. She had stopped walking and was looking around at the stalls, confused. “Is this the wrong restroom?” she asked me. “Nope,” I replied, in a friendly tone.
I love my new haircut. I also love my beard.
(And I’m wondering if I should start using the men’s room.)
i just them them, “there is no Lesbian bathroom”